The world we knew as children is still buried within our minds. Our childlike self is the deepest level of our being. It is who we really are, and what is real doesn't go away.

Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman's toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.

Any situation that pushes our buttons is a situation where we don't yet have the capacity to be unconditionally loving.

A long-term romance is like a rose bush. In any given season, a blossom might fall off. But if the plant is well nourished, then the season will come around again, and new blossoms appear.

The world is terrified of joyful women. Make a stand. Be one anyway.

When somebody comes up to you and shows you yellow underlining of something you wrote, that's such a high. It's a connection to others.

Many people are despairing of the possibility of finding love. And some of the people who are despairing the most are in their thirties and forties and looking just great.